Chapter 69: The Catastrophe of the Southern Star

"Now, we have one more thing to do." Ouyang Qing said with a sigh.

Ling Ye tied up the Qiankun bag and said, "What's the matter?" ā€

Ouyang Qing didn't reply, just knelt down on his knees silently and kowtowed three times behind Ling Ye.

When King Kong was put into the Qiankun bag by Ling Ye, Ouyang Qing saw all this in front of him, and the moon-white robes all over the ground were dyed with shocking blood.

Ling Ye suddenly realized, turned his head to look, the mountain wind rolled up bursts of fallen leaves, raining down, in front of him was a mess, bloodstained, flesh and bones flying, and the more than twenty Dragon Immortal Sect disciples did not even have a single corpse left. The wind that smells at the tip of the nose is a disgusting bloody smell.

Such a familiar smell suddenly reminded Ling Ye of his companion, a companion who had died in the line of duty.

They are also like this, refusing to divulge the secrets of the organization, only dead without a corpse. Even worse, even after death, he was whipped and humiliated until his flesh was blurred, and then he threw eight pieces to the mastiff. All the lost companions in the middle of the night are only the simplest clothes and mounds. Is it fortunate or unfortunate that he has been incognito for a lifetime, and only left his family's name on the tombstone after death?

Ling Ye sighed, silently sighing in his heart, I don't know if his soul has crossed over, is that skin and body the same as these people in front of him, dead without corpses, and blurred flesh and blood?

"Ouyang Qing ......"

Ling Ye shouted with a hint of fear, and when he looked down at Ouyang Qing who was kneeling on the ground, Ling Ye was stunned, as if he had seen his former self. Holding back the anger and tears in his heart, the helpless self, at this moment, Ling Ye could almost touch Ouyang Qing's heart, and felt the coldness of the tears sliding down his cheeks.

"Leng Nanxing!" Ling Ye suddenly roared.

Leng Nanxing was busy writing down the sentence that Ouyang Qing had just confessed to Ling Ye in the booklet, and after he went back, he could better prove the Longyang love between Ouyang Qing and the "Liluo Senior Brother". Unexpectedly, at this time, Ling Ye suddenly roared, Leng Nanxing's hands trembled in fright, and the booklet and brush fell to the ground.

"Ah...... Yes...... Don't, don't twist your ears! ā€

Leng Nanxing snorted in pain as he leaned sideways, and Ling Ye twisted Leng Nanxing's ear with one hand, and pulled Leng Nanxing out from behind the tree.

Ling Ye gritted his teeth, and with a wave of his hand, he threw Leng Nanxing beside Ouyang Qing, and Leng Nanxing fell unsteadily under his feet.

"Leave! You...... You have something to say, what is this for? Leng Nanxing shouted dissatisfied.

Ling Ye stepped on Leng Nanxing's chest as soon as he stepped on his thigh, and sneered: "These senior brothers, you all found them, right?" ā€

"No, it's not me...... It's not me! Leng Nanxing waved his hand again and again.

Ling Ye smiled slyly, and stepped on Leng Nanxing's chest for a while, and Leng Nanxing immediately begged for mercy in pain.

"Yes, I found it...... But they all took my money! I—I'm paid! Leng Nanxing hurriedly recruited.

Ling Ye looked at Ouyang Qing, who was still kowtowing on the side, and glared at Leng Nanxing angrily, and roared: "Then you say, what are you calling them to the Blood Python Mountain?" Is it just to catch King Kong? ā€

"I—I'm thinking about the world!" Leng Nanxing defended, "Senior Brother Ouyang also said just now, King Kong is a scourge to the world!" It's a hundred miles away from the people's livelihood...... Yes! It hurts ......."

Ling Ye kicked Leng Nanxing hard, dragged Leng Nanxing and pulled him up, tilted his head and smiled: "You can keep these words for the old man who keeps the immortals!" So many disciples have died innocently, I see that some of you have confessed! ā€

Leng Nanxing immediately turned pale with fright, cold sweat broke out, and he said again and again: "Please, junior brother Liluo, don't hand me over to Master!" I'll give you money, if you want a lot of money, I'll give it to you! Please...... Leave me alone! ā€

"Do I look like I'm short of money?" Ling Ye sneered.

Leng Nanxing immediately cried at Ouyang Qing and shouted, "Senior brother...... Big brother, I was wrong! You'll forgive me this time...... I don't dare anymore! You are a senior brother, no matter what you say, Master will definitely believe you! Please, big brother! You help me this time...... Whatever you want me to do in the future, I will do it! I don't dare to speak ill of you anymore, I don't dare to make rumors about you anymore! Big Brother...... Save me! ā€

Ling Ye didn't scold Leng Nanxing, but just looked down at Ouyang Qing and said, "Senior brother, why don't you say something!" ā€

Ouyang Qing didn't answer, he kowtowed three more times in a row, and then he stood up, his forehead had already been knocked out of blood, but Ouyang Qing didn't care, but instead waved his hand and sacrificed the Xuantie heavy sword, and cast a spell.

I saw that the blurred flesh and blood in front of me were gathered and buried in the soil, forming a mound, and a large tree sign stood in front of the tomb, engraved with "The Tomb of the Disciples of the Longmen Sect".

More than 20 people, a tomb, no name and no surname, maybe this is the real misfortune.

Ling Ye sighed, and Ouyang Qing slowly stood up and looked at Leng Nanxing weakly.

Leng Nanxing begged for a long time, but Ouyang Qing only said one sentence lightly: "Go to the Palace of the Bright Sun." ā€

The Bright Sun Hall is the temple where the old man is slashed by the sky, and when Leng Nanxing heard this, he immediately fainted.

Half an hour later, Ling Ye carried a basin of ice water and woke up Leng Nanxing, who was sleeping on the ground.

Leng Nanxing woke up with a spirit, a dazzling sunlight pierced his eyes, he blocked it with the back of his hand, and said crookedly: "This is...... Where is this? ā€

"This is the underworld! Your brothers and sisters are looking for your life! Ling Ye leaned into Leng Nanxing's ear and shouted.

Leng Nanxing immediately came back to his senses, waving his hands and feet wildly, and shouted, "It's not me!" Not me! It's not me who wants you dead, it's you! You took my money! It was you who willingly ......"

"You are dying, and you still don't confess your sin!" Ling Ye yelled.

Leng Nanxing hurriedly crawled on the ground, kowtowed again and again, and shouted: "It's your fate that is not good!" Don't come to me...... Don't come to me! ā€

"Leng Nanxing!"

The old man of the Heavenly Slash Immortal roared angrily, and Leng Nanxing hurriedly cried: "Master save me!" I'm trapped in the underworld...... Devil for your life! ā€

"Leng Nanxing! Hey......" Ling Ye kicked Leng Nanxing and said angrily, "You can see clearly before you speak!" ā€

Leng Nanxing looked around in confusion, and when he saw it clearly, he immediately knelt down and crawled towards the old man of the immortal in the sky, crying and shouting: "Master, Master, I was wrong!" Please spare me! I will change my mind, I will eat vegetarian meat, I will never touch women again, I will wear linen and filial piety for all my junior brothers......"

"Enough! In my Dragon Immortal Sect, I can't support someone like you! The old man turned his back to Leng Nanxing and shouted, "Ouyang Qing, according to the rules of this sect, Leng Nanxing caused the death of his fellow disciples for no reason, and he stood by and did not repent, how should he be punished?" ā€

Ouyang Qing's face was expressionless, his hands clenched into fists, and said, "Fight with your life." ā€

"Leng Nanxing, exchanging your life for the lives of twenty senior brothers is cheaper for you!" Ling Ye scolded.

The old man waved his hand and said, "Twenty-five people, twenty-five people!" Leng Nanxing, you have disappointed the old man too much! ā€

Ouyang Qing comprehended and went away with Leng Nanxing, who was crying and shouting.

Ling Ye froze in place, thinking, how could it be twenty-five people?